Quote by Virginia Woolf
As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it til

As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. – Virginia Woolf

Other quotes by Virginia Woolf

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully? – Virginia Woolf

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relationship
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This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room. – Virginia Woolf

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War
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Writing
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[G]usto thrives on freedom, and freedom in art, as in life, is the result of a discipline imposed by ourselves. Moreover, any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others. – Marianne Moore (1887–1972), lecture, 1948

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If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. – Henry Rollins

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Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines. – Terri Guillemets

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Writing

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. – Charles Peguy

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Content makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor. – Benjamin Franklin

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Contentment

I prefer to sing in the shower vs. the car. The shower is just steam, you know, its just you, and nature, and no clothing. You know, theres nothing separating you. Its just you, and the voice – you, and the water. – Jacob Lusk

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Im sorry you are wiser, I sorry you are taller; I liked you better foolish and I liked you better smaller. – Aline Murray Kilmer

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My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists. – Jean Rostand

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